"No, no you're right." Gabby sighed. "I just have no idea where I'm going to go...I have no family to turn to, and no money and..." Gabby got go choked up again. She tried to breathe but she was struggling.

I really miss your hair in my face
The way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know that
You deserve better than me...

"It's fine, you can crash at my place until we sort this out," Kris comforted. "I mean, not that...well, you know what I mean. Well, hopefully, because I'm not really sure myself and that way you could tell me."

"Well, my experience with foster parents is ridiculously jaded by years of abuse, so I don't think I'd be able to give you very good advice." Kris shrugged. "We could ask someone else, but..." He shrugged vaguely in an attempt to convey the message that she was, essentially, the only person in town he had bothered to meet since moving there.